As the passengers filed onto the plane, Maggie had already settled comfortably in her window seat. Her mind was consumed with curiosity about who would be her seatmate for the duration of the flight. Now feeling foolish for creating a fictional reality where it would be him. In need of a distraction, she plugged in her earbuds and played a soothing 432hz white noise track. Every now and then, she would glance up, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Adventure. Her attention then returning to the view outside the window, observing the bustling tarmac.

On her eleventh or so glance down the aisle, the hopeful candidate caught her eye. He checked his ticket, then scanned the seat assignments posted above. Unlike Maggie, he seemed unaffected by the anticipation that filled the air. While other passengers struggled to forcefully fit their oversized luggage into the overhead compartments, he displayed a calm patience, deep in thought about his next notebook entry.

Fate intervened just as the adventurous man was nearing the vacant middle seat. An elderly woman caught Maggie's attention and waved her over. Maggie removed the earbuds. "Excuse me, dear, would you mind switching to the aisle seat? I simply can't fly without a window view. My husband Jim is more than happy to take the middle seat if you'd be so kind as to let me have your window."

Maggie nodded with a smile. "Of course, it's no trouble at all." As she stood up to accommodate the elderly couple, she couldn't believe her luck. There he was, standing right in front of her. His scent was musky, but not unpleasant, and his smile conveyed his admiration for her kind gesture towards the elderly couple. This unexpected encounter caused Maggie to let out a spontaneous giggle, followed by an embarrassing snort.

Quickly regaining her composure, Maggie ignored the exchange, and settled into the aisle seat, her fantasy fractured as the man who she’d hope would be her companion made his way further down the aisle. "Do you live in Los Angeles?" Jim asked, striking up a conversation. Maggie replied, "Actually, I'm hoping to move there soon. I have some exciting..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Jim interrupted with excitement. "Ah! We're going to take our grandson to Disney! It's his first time, you know. He’s sitting right over there, a handsome lad don’t you think? He aught to be around your age.”

As Maggie glanced back, Jim's voice became muffled as her attention was captivated by the sight of Mr. Adventure sitting next to the presumed grandchild. Her thoughts raced as Jim carried on with the conversation, his words barely registering. Suddenly, Maggie blurted out, "Hey! Why not let your grandson sit here?"

"Oh, that's not necessary," Jim replied in hopes be in awe of her eye catching body for the rest of the flight, but before he could finish his sentence, Maggie had already gathered her carry-on and excused herself without hesitation. She swiftly made her way down the aisle, determined to rectify the situation. "Are you Jim’s and... I'm sorry, I don’t know your sweet grandmother's name. Anyway, are you their grandson?" she asked, slightly breathless.

"Ugh…yeah," the boy, who appeared to be around 16 years old, replied with a hint of annoyance.

"Well, you can have my seat," Maggie said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "That way, you can be next to them!"

The boy reluctantly gathered his belongings, feeling both disappointed and confused by the sudden offer that didn't allow him a choice in the matter. She was in his terms “hot”, and as a loyal pup he did what she wanted.

"Well now, it seems things come in threes, doesn't it?" Mr. Adventure remarked with an inquisitive smile.

"Um, yeah... I guess so? Sorry, I'm not sure I follow," Maggie replied, returning the smile but regretting her response as she took the seat once occupied next to him.

"Omne trium perfectum, 'everything that comes in threes is perfect.' And right now, I'll consider it good luck," he explained. "Flying is never an enjoyable experience for me, I have more than enough flight hours under my belt, and I couldn't help but notice our awkward encounter in the terminal earlier, followed by our little seat shuffle with the older folks, and now here we are. If you do the math..."

Maggie interrupted, feeling a surge of courage. "Oh, I hardly believe fate had anything to do with this," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I'm sorry. Your flight is still royally screwed." Her playful remark opened the door to more flirtatious banter between them.

"Ha! You're fun, I'm Mic, by the way," he introduced himself. His tone without a traceable accent, deep, and his chords likely overused.

"Maggie!" she replied, shaking his hand. She couldn't help but notice the firmness of his grip. His calloused hands were noticeably different from those of her boyfriend, Pete, which surprised her. She had always thought Pete had hands that resembled those of a farmer. Mic's hands, however, told a different story, one that intrigued her even more.